When j woke up.. I remember last night.. a smile crept on my lips.. how comfortable we were. We were talking about random things.. and it was so beautiful.

I also remember how he told me, he dreams about me often. Was he telling the truth or just...

I shook my head. You're overthinking Trisha!

I came out of the room to find my mum and dad going somewhere for a business trip.
Yes they had already told me about it..
My parents were quite busy.. they waited for a day to meet my brother because they hadn't seen him from an year and half.
They told us that they'll come in 4-5 days and to stay safe. We big our bye to them.

"So!" My brother exclaimed.
"Who is gonna make the food now"

I smirk.
"Ofcourse you, besides I don't know how to cook.. also I have my classes"
"What classess?"
Kanishka asked.
"She has her Pre med prep classes"
"Accha. Okay okay"

"Don't worry we'll make something " kanishka told me smiling.
I smiled back.
I came back to my room and started studying.
After a while bhai came into my room and told me to taste something.. he was making.
"It's good, kya bana rhe ho?"
"Ye ek North Indian dish hai"
"Naam?"
"Litti chokha "

I gave him a nod and he left.
"Trisha " a voice came.
"Yes?"
Kanishka came inside my room and gave me my breakfast.
"Thanks"
"Just thanks?"
"What else?"
"How about a smile?"
I blushed.
Such a simp.
"Even better" he smiled.
He left and I had my food.

After some time I went to check what both of them were doing and I find them playing chess.

"Hey, playing chess?"
"Yep. Come" my brother replied.
I watch them playing seriously.
"You guys are playing from so long.. why no one is winning" I pouted.
Kanishka looked at me and then at my lips.. as I was pouting.

I looked down at my lap and his gaze turned back to his game.
"Maybe we both have the same brain cells" my brother replied.
I laugh a little.
"I'll fall asleep now" I said getting bored watching them play from so long.
"Then sleep" my brother told me.
"Hah. And then if I won't wake up you both both acquire my room" I told them in a mock.
"Areh don't worry I put you back to your bed " kanishka told me without looking away from his game.

I blushed at the thought of kanishka taking me in his arm and putting me into bed.
"I'm heavy, you have no idea"
"Heavier than the last time? No problem" kanishka said giving me a wink.

Heat crept through the back of my neck when I looked at him. What...
"Last time?"
"Yes, when I put you on your bed"
"When?"
"When we came here for the first time.. you were sleeping on the sofa and I put you on the bed"

I blinked.
"It was you?"
"Who else it would be?"
I blinked not believing what he said.
He took me in his arm and I had no idea?

I looked at my brother who wasn't bothered at all and was focusing on the game.
"Bhai, is that true?"
"Yep" he said not paying any attention.
"I thought It was you" I said.

He suddenly looked at me and told me,
"I was busy cleaning my shoes.. there were some stains on my favourite shoe and agar Mai time pe nhi saaf krta to phir daag nhi jaate..also kanishka told me you were uncomfortable on the sofa so I told him to put you on your bed"

Seriously? Is he even my brother? Trusting strangers to carry her sister?
"It wasn't a big deal, I know what you might be thinking.. but I know that it was my best friend and also you're just a kid."

I coughed. Seriously? I'm a kid? So he'll let people carry me? It's fine that it was Kanishka..
But that shows the amount of trust they both have on each other.. my brother would never let anyone touch me and he trust his best friend with me? I felt bad... Sure thing they both see me as a kid.. that is why it wasn't a big deal for them.. but I'm not that little.
My heart was beating at the thought of kanishka carrying me in his arms but I felt sad and guilty about them seeing me as child and I feeling things about his friend that he trust so much.

I was feeling mixed emotions. I looked at them and find kanishka already looking at me. I after 5 minutes got up from the bed and left the room. My brother didn't even realised I was upset or anything but kanishka sure did.

I locked my room.
After some minutes..I can a knock on my door.
"Hey Trisha? Can you open the door" kanishka asked.
"No."
"Please Trisha"
"No"

I was being rude. But I wasn't sure of anything. They just see me as a kid. Kanishka just see me as a kid.

After a while I packet my bag and came out to find them sitting in the hall.
When they saw me my brother raised his eyebrows and ask me where I was going and kanishka just looked at me like he was sorry. I ignored his reaction.
"I'm going to my classes"
"Trishi.. babu you're overreacting "
I'm overreacting?
I glared at my brother.
"You have classes? Can I drop you somewhere?" Kanishka asked in a gentle voice.
"Kanishka has to go to his relatives house.. he'll drop you in the way"

I without answering went outside and soon kanishka followed me .
"Get in the car" he told me from behind.

I ignored him.
"Get in the car Trisha" he said louder this time.
I feeling defeated rolling my eyes went to the car and sat on the seat next to his driver seat.
He too joined.

He started driving and no one said a word.. but I was feeling kanishka was looking at me every 2 minutes.

"Are you angry with me?" He asked softly.
"Why would I be angry on you?" I asked in a definite angry voice.
"I'm sorry Trisha.. I know you must not have liked a stranger touching you or anything.. but at that moment.. we didn't thought that much. It's my mistake, I'm really sorry for that, please forgive me"

So he is feeling sorry because he thinks I felt bad of him touching me? Poor boy. Only if he know..
But he again addressed me as a kid. This made me angry again.

"Trisha.."
" I don't care what you guys think.. but I'm not a child anymore"
He looked at me with sorry eyes. My heart ached a little as this.
"I know you're not, but for your brother you're still a kid.. don't get angry with him.. he loves you Trisha"
"I'm not angry on him"
"So you're only angry on me? I understand.. I deserve it.. I shouldn't have done that.. I should have respected your privacy "
His face looked even more guilty.
"I'm not angry on you because of that" I told him in a low voice.
He listened to me attentively.
"I just don't like when people call me a kid"
He nodded in a understanding way.
" I understand… I'm sorry"
" Don't be sorry... And it has nothing to do with you touching me and all.. I don't mind that"
I told him the real reason, I don't care how weird it sounds.. I just can't bare that... him feeling that he did anything that made me upset when it did not.

He looked in both my eyes, his eyes trying to find something in mine.
I just gave him a smile.

I can't be angry with you for long.